Narrative Essay About Basketball

Basketball was my favorite sport growing up. I’ve played since I was little and I still play the game today. I played basketball at my elementary school, St. Cecilia, from Kindergarten till 8th Grade and also played AAU basketball for about 2 years before entering High School. Going into my freshmen year of High School, the first sport I played was basketball. Tryouts began in about the start of November and ended about 2 weeks after. I had made the Freshmen A team. I was excited and as the season

My nerves were raging as I thought, “Is everything going to be okay? Will I be able to play another game of my senior year?” I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing through my head as I thought about my teammates having to go on to play without me. I couldn’t understand why I had to let them handle it on their own. We had played together since we were in the fourth grade, and when they needed me the most, all I could do was sit and cheer. I hated the feeling of

Many people say, “it's just a sport,” but to me basketball is much more than that. I started playing at 5 years old. My father played college basketball, so, naturally, he pushed me to play. He says I have a natural talent for the game. At times I didn't believe him, but now I do. I am very grateful he pushed me to play because basketball has taught me an extremely valuable lesson. Going into the 8th grade I had high hopes for the season, but everyone began doubting me. At this point, everyone

went home that night, having to swallow a 22-20 loss to my greatest enemies: my best friends. The gym has become my home away from home. Many people dread having sweat drip down their face, and feeling their head pound, as they run up and down a basketball court for hours upon hours, but I don’t. My friends and I spend hours upon hours in

” Jace hollered back, “Bye mom.” As the boys were walking into the park they were arguing about what they should go do first. They decided to start by spinning dragons and kind of work their way up and around the

"Swish!" The pleasant sound the basketball hoop makes when you perfectly sink the ball. It was a skin-frying day in the small town of Campo. We could hear everyone else in the pool right next to the basketball courts but we would rather play some ball. "Pass it, pass it!" Aricia shouted to Jacob. Jacob ignored her and took it up to the hoop himself. "What the Heck!!" Aricia said, "Pass it sometime you ballhog." Everyone mumbled, "Ooooh" egging on the situation. This time Jacob passed it to her as

point I can’t teach you fellas any more than you already know. It’s not up to me anymore to tell you what to do. I need someone, just someone, anyone to stand up and take back control of this game’. That was all I needed to hear for my mind to ponder about the late nights balling with

I even played on his football team because tackling people seemed fun. He began to play basketball and being the admirer that I was, I had to follow in his footsteps and start playing basketball too. Little did I know, the very first moment I touched a basketball would have been one of the biggest impacts on my life forever. I was six years old and in the fourth grade when I decided I wanted to play basketball. One day my brother was outside practicing with my dad, and my curiosity drew me outside

so I filled the water bottles with warm water and of course Trey had to be the first one to grab one of the bottles. He just gave me a look saying seriously Theo. Also, I am part of this Basketball team. I learned through Basketball that winning is not everything, but the team is. I started playing basketball when I played nippers in 4th grade. That is when I met Dylan, Jordan, Sawyer, Trey, Brett and Nick. When I was shooting free throws I always miss, but Dyan told me that I should try to bend

I awoke on Friday morning to the smell of crispy bacon and hot eggs, my usual pre-tournament breakfast. I bolted out of bed to get to the kitchen. I devoured that pretty quickly, then headed to get ready for the weekend. I had already packed the night before: 2 uniforms, my swimsuit, pajamas, my bathroom bag, nice clothes for when we go out to eat as a team, and most importantly, my softball bag. I bolted out to the car as soon as I made sure I had everything ready to go. Everything was packed, and